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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.