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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.