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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.