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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.