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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.