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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.