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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Brick,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.