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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.