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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Remains,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.