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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.