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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.