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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.