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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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Alton Ellis,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.