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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.