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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Sound,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.