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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones 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 electroclash 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.