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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.