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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.