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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
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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.