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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.