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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.