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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.