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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.