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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.