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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.