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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
10cc,
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.