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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.