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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Suicide,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.