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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.