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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.