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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
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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.