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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.