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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Aswad,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
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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.