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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
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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.
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