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 Bolivia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Q65,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.