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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.