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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.