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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.