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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.