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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.