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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.