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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
AZ,
John Holt,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.