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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.