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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.