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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.