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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.