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 Burkina and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.