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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.