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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.