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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.