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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.