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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.