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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.