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 China and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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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.