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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swans to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.