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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Can,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.