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 Cyprus 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Fear,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
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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.