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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.