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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.