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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.