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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.