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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.