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 Morocco and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.