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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Monks,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.