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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.