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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.