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 Andorra and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.