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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.