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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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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.