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 Qatar and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.