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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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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.