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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.