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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.