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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.