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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
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.