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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.