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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.