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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.