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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
the Association,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
MDC,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.