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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.