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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.