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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
X-101,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Franke,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.