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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.