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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.