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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.