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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.