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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.