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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
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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.