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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.