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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.