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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.