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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.