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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Can,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.