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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.