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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.