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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.