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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.