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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
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,
Skarface,
New Order,
This Heat,
PIL,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.