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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.