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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
the Association,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.