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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
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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.