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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.