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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia 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?
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.