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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.