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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.