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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.