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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.