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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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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.