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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Can,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.