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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.