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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
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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.