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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.