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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.