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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.