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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
ABBA,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
New Order,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Oneida,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Pantytec,
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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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.