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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Magma,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.