Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.