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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.