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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.