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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.