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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.