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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.