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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.