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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.