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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.