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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.