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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
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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.