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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.