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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.