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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter 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 dance 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.