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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.