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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.