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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.