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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.