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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.