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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.