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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.