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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
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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.