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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.