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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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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.