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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.