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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.