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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.