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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.