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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
The Index,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.