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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
ABC,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Swans,
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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.