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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.