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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
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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.