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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.