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 India and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.