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 Liberia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.