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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Visage,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.