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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.