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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Scion,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.