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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
UT,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.