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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Little Man,
PIL,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.