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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.