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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.