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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.