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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
New Order,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.