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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.