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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.