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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.