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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.