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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Japan,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.