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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.