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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.