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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
10cc,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.