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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.