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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.