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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Skriet,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.