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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.