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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.