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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.