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 Hungary 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.