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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.