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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.