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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.