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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Scientists 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 funk 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
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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.