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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.