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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.