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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.