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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Index,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.