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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
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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.