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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.