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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.