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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.