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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.