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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.