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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.