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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Bluetip,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.