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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.