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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Model 500 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.