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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Hot Snakes 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.