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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Television,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.