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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Organ,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.