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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
X-101,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.