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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.