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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.