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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.