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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.