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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.