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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.