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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Ossler,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.