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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.