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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.