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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.