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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.