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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Cluster,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.