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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Nico,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.