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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.