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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.