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 Spain 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.