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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tres Demented 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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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.