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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.