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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.