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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.