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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Pole,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.