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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.