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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding 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.