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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.