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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.