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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.