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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.