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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.