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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.