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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.