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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.