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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.