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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
the Germs,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.