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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Slave,
MC5,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
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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