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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.