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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Technova,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.