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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.