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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.