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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 clarinet and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.