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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.