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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.