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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.