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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
DNA,
Mars,
Cluster,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.