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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.