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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.