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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.