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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.