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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.