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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.