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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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.