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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.