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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.