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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.