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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sparks 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
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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.