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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Index,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.