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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.