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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Gong,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.