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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
The Remains,
Ronan,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.