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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Television,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.