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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.