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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
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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.