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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
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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.