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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.