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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.