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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
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.