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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Television,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
X-102,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.