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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.