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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.