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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.