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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.