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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.