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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
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.
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.