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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
AZ,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
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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.