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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.