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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.