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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.