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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.