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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.