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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.