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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.