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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
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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.