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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.