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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.