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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
the Association,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.