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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.