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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 organ and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Television,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.