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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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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.