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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.