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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.