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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.