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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.