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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.