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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.