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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Television,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.