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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.