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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
ABC,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.