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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.