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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.