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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.