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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.