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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Brick,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.