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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Motions to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.