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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
the Swans,
X-102,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.