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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.