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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.