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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.