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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All the Germs 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
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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.