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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Gong to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.