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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.