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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.