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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
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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.