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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.