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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
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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.