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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.