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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.