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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.