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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Index,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Monks,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.