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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
UT,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.