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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.