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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.