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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.