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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.