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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.