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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.