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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.