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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
JFA,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.