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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.