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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson 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,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.