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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.