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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
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,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Erasure,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.