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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.
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.