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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
JFA,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.