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 Chad 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.