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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.