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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
June Days,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.