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 Syria 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.