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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.