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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.