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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.