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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.