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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
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.