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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Index,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.