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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.