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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.