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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.