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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.