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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.