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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.