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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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.