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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.