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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Can,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.