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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.