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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.