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 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Can,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.