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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.