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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.