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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.