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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.