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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.