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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood 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 crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.