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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.