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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Hardrive,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Television,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.