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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.