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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.