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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.