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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.