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 Mali and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.