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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.