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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.