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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.