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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
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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.