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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
New Order,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.