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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.