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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.