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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
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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.