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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.