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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Slits to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.