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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.