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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.