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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.