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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Index,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.