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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.