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 Mali 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
cv313,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.