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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.