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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.