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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.