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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.