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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
The Evens,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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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.