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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
DNA,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.