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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.