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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
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.