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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
CMW,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.