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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.