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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.