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 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.