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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
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The Moody Blues,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.