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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.