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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
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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.