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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.