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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.