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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
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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.