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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Technova,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.