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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.