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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.