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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.