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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Wings,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Zapp,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.