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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.