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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.