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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.