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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
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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.