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 San Marino and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Faust,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.