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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.