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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.