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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.