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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.