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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.