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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Country Teasers 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.