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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.