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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
ABC,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.