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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.