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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.