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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.