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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.