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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.