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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.