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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.