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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.