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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Pylon,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.