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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
X-101,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.