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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.
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.