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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.