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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.