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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
X-101,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.