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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.