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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.