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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.