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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.