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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.