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 Angola and from Manila.
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 Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.