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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Nico,
X-101,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.