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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.