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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.