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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 DJ Sneak 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Skaos,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.