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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.