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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Television,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.