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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.