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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.