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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Smog,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.