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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 808 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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?
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.