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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.