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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.