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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.