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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.