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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.