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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.