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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
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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.
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.