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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.