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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Wire,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.