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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.