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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
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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.