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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.