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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.