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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.