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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.