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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.