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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.