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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
The Names,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.