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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.