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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.