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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
X-101,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.