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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
OOIOO,
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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.
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.