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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
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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.