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 the UAE 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 808 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions 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 grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.