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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.