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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.