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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.