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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Neil Young,
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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.