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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.