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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.