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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.