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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Magma,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.