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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.