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 Senegal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.