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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.