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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.