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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.