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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.