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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.