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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.