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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.