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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.