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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.