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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.