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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.