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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Can,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.