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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.