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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Television,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.