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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
New Order,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.