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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.