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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.