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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.