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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
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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.