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 Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.