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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme 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?
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.