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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Nico,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.