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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.