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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.