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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
AZ,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.