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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Crime,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.