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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.