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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.