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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.