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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.