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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Swans,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
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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.