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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Q65 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.